Thursday, March 22, 2012

Short Story Tease 2

I decided to follow up my last WIP post with another Sleepy Head tease. Enjoy! (Once again note it's unedited by any professional so please excuse any punctuation errors.)

Now she was in the
hall and only a bathroom and spare bedroom away from her own room at the end of
the house. The man behind her growled in
frustration.

Come on
Wendy, you can make it!

She passed
the bathroom.

10 steps
away.

She passed
the spare rom.

5 away.

She started
to turn into her room when the killer lunged one final time, and caught her
ankle. Wendy lost her balance and fell,
her momentum flinging her to the side

She had
only time enough to think one thing before her head hit the door frame of her
room and knocked her out.

I’m dead.

Wendy awoke
to the feel of being lifted. She was
completely groggy and disoriented.
Opening her eyes made her head throb horribly. Her vision was a bit fuzzy, so she closed her
eyes again and leaned her head back. She
could feel that she was lying on something firm, like a cot, and that there was a
pillow behind her head.

“Where am
I?” She asked, but to her own ears it
sounded like gibberish. She coughed,
making her head hurt worse, and tried again.
This time her words came out clearer.

A gentle
hand patted her shoulder. “It’s okay
honey, you’re safe now.” The voice was
feminine, but not one that she recognized.

“Mom? Where’s my mom?” Wendy still had her eyes shut. The hand on Wendy’s shoulder stiffened. This caused a chill to run through
Wendy.

A moment
later everything came flooding back. She
snapped her eyes open and sat up, screaming “Oh, God!” The combination of doing all of those things
made her head reel and her stomach churn, but Wendy fought back the nausea.

She saw now
that she had been lying on a stretcher in the hall of her house. Police were everywhere. Several now looked over at her. A woman moved from behind Wendy to stand at
her side. She was a young black woman,
probably mid 20’s. She was also an
EMT. She regarded Wendy with a horrible
sadness in her eyes. Her voice came out
firmly. “Miss there’s been a tragedy here.
You’ve had a serious fall and have a head injury. You need to lie back down. We’re going to take you to the hospital to
check you out.”

Wendy
didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know
why she was still alive. Why hadn’t he
killed her?

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Kevin Matthew Young was raised in a semi-quiet city known as Anderson, South Carolina. He grew up with an immense passion for all things books and decided that one day he would join the world as a writer. As time wore on and college fast approached he found his interests also moving in the direction of Electrical Engineering. It was then he decided that he would do the crazy and become both an Engineer and Writer. With one half of the task nearly complete he strives towards the ever-present goal of becoming a published YA author. This blog was started in an effort to take the first step in getting himself out into the world by sharing his opinions on, well, just about whatever he feels like, haha. :)
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